King Lear

By William Shakespeare

Act II. Scene IV. Before Gloucester`s Castle. Kent in the Stocks.

Act II.

Scene IV. Before Gloucester`s Castle. Kent in the Stocks.

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Scene IV. Before Gloucester`s Castle. Kent in the Stocks.

Enter Lear, Fool, and Gentleman.

Lear. `T is strange that they should so depart from home. And not send back my messenger.

Gent. As I learn`d,
The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.

Kent. Hail to thee, noble master!

Lear. Ha!
Makest thou this shame thy pastime?

Kent. No, my lord.

Fool. Ha, ha! he wears cruel garters. Horses are tied by the heads, dogs and bears by the neck, monkeys by the loins, and men by the legs: when a man`s over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden netherstocks.
Lear. What`s he that hath so much thy place mistook.
To set thee here?

Kent. It is both he and she,
Your son and daughter.

Lear. No.

Kent. Yes.

Lear. No, I say.

Kent. I say, yea.

Lear. No, no; they would not.

Kent. Yes, they have.

Lear. By Jupiter, I swear, no.

Kent. By Juno, I swear, ay.

Lear. They durst not do`t;
They could not would not do`t; `t is worse than murder, To do upon respect such violent outrage.
Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way
Thou might`st deserve, or they impose, this usage,
Coming from us.

Kent. My lord, when at their home
I did commend your highness` letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that show`d
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
Stew`d in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Goneril his mistress salutations;
Deliver`d letters, spite of intermission,
Which presently they read: on whose contents
They summon`d up their meiny, straight took horse;
Commanded me to follow, and attend
The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks:
And meeting here the other messenger,
Whose welcome, I perceived, had poison`d mine,
Being the very fellow which of late
Display`d so saucily against your highness,
having more man than wit about me, drew:
He raised the house with loud and coward cries.
Your son and daughter found this trespass worth
The shame which here it suffers.

Fool. Winter`s not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way. Fathers that wear rags
Do make their children blind,
But fathers that bear bags
Shall see their children kind.
Fortune, that arrant whore,
Ne`er turns the key to the poor.
But for all this thou shalt have as many dolours
for thy daughters as thou canst tell in a year.

Lear. O! how this mother swells up toward my heart;
Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow!
Thy element`s below. Where is this daughter?

Kent. With the earl, sir; here within.

Lear. Follow me not; stay here.
[Exit.

Gent. Made you no more offence but what you speak of?

Kent. None.
How chance the king comes with so small a number?

Fool. An thou hadst been set i` the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it.

Kent. Why, fool?

Fool. We`ll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there`s no labouring i` the winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes but blind men; and there`s not a nose among twenty but can smell him that`s stinking. Let go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man gives thee better counsel; give me mine again: I would have none but knaves follow it since a fool gives it.
That sir which serves and seeks for gain,
And follows but for form,
Will pack when it begins to rain ,
And leave thee in the storm.
But I will tarry; the fool will stay,
And let the wise man fly:
the knave turns fool that runs away;
The fool no knave, perdy.

Kent. Where learned you this, fool?

Fool. Not i` the stocks, fool.

Re-enter Lear, with Gloucester.

Lear. Deny to speak with me! They are sick! they are weary! They have travell`d all the night! Mere fetches,
The images of revolt and flying off.
Fetch me a better answer.

Glou. My dear lord.
You know the fiery quality of the duke;
How unremoveable and fix`d he is
In his own course.

Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!
Fiery! what quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
I`d speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.

Glou. Well, my good lord, I have inform`d them so.

Lear. Inform`d them! Dost thou understand me, man?

Glou. Ay, my good lord.

Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service:
Are they inform`d of this? My breath and blood!
Fiery! the fiery duke! Tell the hot duke that-
No, but not yet; may be he is not well:
Infirmity doth still neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves
when nature, being oppress`d, commands the mind
To suffer with the body. I`ll forbear;
And am fall`n out wit my more headier will,
To take the indisposed and sickly fit
For the sound man. Death on my state! wherefore
[Looking on Kent.
Should he sit here? This act persuades me
That this remotion of the duke and her
Is practice only. Give me my servant forth.
Go tell the duke and`s wife I`d speak with them,
Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me,
Or at their chamber-door I`ll beat the drum
Till it cry sleep to death.

Glou. I would have all well betwixt you
[Exit.

Lear. O me! my heart, my rising heart! but, down!

Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels when she put `em i` the paste alive; she knapped `em o` the coxcombs with a stick, and cried `Down, wantons, down!` `T was her brother that, in pure kindness to his horse, buttered his hay.

Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloucester, and Servants.

Lear. Good morrow to you both.

Corn. Hail to your grace!
[Kent is set at liberty.

Reg. I am glad to see your highness.

Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what reason
I have to think so: if thou should`st not be glad,
I would divorce me from thy mother`s tomb,
Sepulchring an adult`ress. [To Kent.] O! are you free? Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,
Thy sister`s naught: O Regan! she hath tied
Sharp-tooth`d unkindness, like a vulture, here.
[Points to his heart.
I can scarce speak to thee; thou`lt not believe
With how depraved a quality-O Regan!

Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience. I have hope
You less know how to value her desert
Than she to scant her duty.

Lear. Say, how is that?

Reg. I cannot think my sister in the least
Would fail her obligation: if, sir, perchance
She have restrain`d the riots of your followers,
`T is on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
As clears her from all blame.

Lear. My curses on her!

Reg. O, sir! you are old;
Nature in your stands on the very verge
Of her confine: you should he ruled and led
By some discretion that discerns your state
Better than you yourself. Therefore I pray you
That to our sister you do make return;
Say you have wrong`d her, sir.

Lear. Ask her forgiveness?
Do you but mark how this becomes the house:
`Dear daughter, I confess that I am old;
Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg
[Kneeling
That you`ll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food?

Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks.
Return you to my sister.

Lear. [Rising.] Never, Regan.
She hath abated me of half my train;
Look`d black upon me; struck me with her tongue,
Most serpent-like, upon the very heart.
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,
You taking airs, with lameness!

Corn. Fie, sir, fie!

Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
You fen-suck`d fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
To fall and blast her pride!

Reg. O the blest gods! so will you wish on me,
When the rash mood is on.

Lear. No, Regan, thou shall never have my curse:
Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give
Thee o`er to harshness: her eyes are fierce, but thine Do comfort and not burn. `T is not in thee
To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train,
To bandy hasty words, tq scant my sizes,
And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
Against my coming in: thou better know`st
The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude;
The half o` the kingdom hast thou not forgot,
Wherein I thee endow`d.

Reg. Good sir, to the purpose.

Lear. Who put my man i` the stocks?
[Tucket within.

Corn. What trumpet`s that?

Reg. I know`t, my sister`s: this approves her letter, That she would soon be here,

Enter Oswald.

Is your lady come?

Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow`d pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows. Out, varlet, from my sight!

Corn. What means your grace?

Lear. Who stock`d my servant? Regan, I have good hope Thou didst not know on`t. Who comes here?

Enter Goneril.

O heavens,
If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,
Made it your cause; send down and take my part!
[To Goneril.] Art not ashamed to look upon this beard? O Regan! wilt thou take her by the hand?

Gon. Why not by the hand, sir? How have I
offended?
All`s not offence that indiscretion finds
And dotage terms so.

Lear. O sides! you are too tough; Will you yet hold? How came my man i` the stocks?

Corn. I set him there, sir; but his own disorders Deserved much less advancement.

Lear. You! did you?

Reg. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.
If, till the expiration of your month,
You will return and sojourn with my sister,
Dismissing half your train, come then to me:
I am now from home, and out of that provision
Which shall be needful for your entertainment.

Lear. Return to her? and fifty men dismiss`d?
No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
To wage against the enmity o` the air;
To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,
Necessity`s sharp pinch! Return with her!
Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took
Our youngest born, I could as well be brought
To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg
To keep base life afoot. Return with her!
Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter
To this detested groom.
[Pointing at Oswald.

Gon. At your choice, sir.

Lear. I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad:
I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell.
We`ll no more meet, no more see one another;
But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;
Or rather a disease that`s in my flesh,
Which I must needs call mine: thou art a boil,
A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle,
In my corrupted blood. But I`ll not chide thee;
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it;
I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove.
Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure:
I can be patient, I can stay with Regan,
I and my hundred knights.

Reg. Not altogether so:
I look`d not for you yet, nor am provided
For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister;
For those that mingle reason with your passion
Must be content to think you old, and so-
But she knows what she does.

Lear. Is this well spoken?

Reg. I dare avouch it, sir: what! fifty followers!
Is it not well? What should you need of more?
Yea, or so many, sith that both charge and danger
Speak `gainst so great a number! How, in one house,
Should many people, under two commands,
Hold amity? `T is hard; almost impossible

Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance
From those that she calls servants, or from mine?

Reg. Why not, my lord? If then they chanced to slack you We could control them. If you will come to me,
For now, I spy a danger, I entreat you
To bring but five-and-twenty; to no more
Will I give place or notice.

Lear. I gave you all-

Reg. And in good time you gave it.

Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries,
But kept a reservation to be follow`d
With such a number. What! must I come to you
With five-and-twenty? Regan, said you so?

Reg. And speak `t again, my lord; no more with me.

Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour`d When others are more wicked; not being the worst
Stands in some rank of praise. [To Goneril]
I`ll go with thee:
Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty,
And thou art twice her love.

Gon. Hear me, my lord.
What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five,
To follow in a house where twice so many
Have a command to tend you?

Reg. What need one?

Lear. O! reason not the need; our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man`s life is cheap as beast`s. Thou art a lady,
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear`st,
Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need, -
You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both!
If it be you that stirs these daughters` hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
And let not women`s weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man`s cheeks! No, you unnatural hags,
I will have such revenges on you both
That all the world shall-I will no such things,
What they are yet I know not, but they shall be
The terrors of the earth. You think I`ll weep;
No, I`ll not weep:
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws
Or ere I`ll weep. O fool! I shall go mad.
[Exeunt Lear, Gloucester, Kent, and Fool.

Corn. Let us withdraw, `t will be a storm.
[Storm heard at a distance.

Reg. This house is little: the old man and his people
Cannot be well bestow`d.

Gon. `T is his own blame; hath put himself from rest,
And must needs taste his folly.

Reg. For his particular, I`ll receive him gladly,
But not one follower.

Gon. So am I purposed.
Where is my Lord of Gloucester?

Corn. follow`d the old man forth. He is return`d.

Re-enter Gloucester.

Glou. The king is in high rage.

Corn. Whither is he going?

Glou. He calls to horse; but will I know, not whither.
Corn. `T is best to give him way; he leads himself.

Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.

Glou. Alack! the night comes on, and the high winds
Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about
There`s scarce a bush.

[See Winds Were High]

Reg. O! sin, to wilful men,
The injuries that they themselves procure
Must be their schoolmaster. Shut up your doors;
He is attended with a desparate train,
And what they may incense him to, being apt
To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear.
Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; `t is a wild night: My Regan counsels well: come out o` the storm.
[Exeunt.


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